Enter the Ghost of PRINCE EDWARD, son to HENRY the Sixth.
[♦] Ghost. [To Richard] Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
[♦] Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of youth
[120] At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
[♦] [To Richmond] Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
[♦] Of butcher’d princes fight in thy behalf:
King Henry’s issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
Enter the Ghost of HENRY the Sixth.
Ghost. [To Richard] When I was mortal, my anointed body
[125] By thee was punched full of deadly holes: